Time did that little trick where it seemed to step aside and cease existing. Lust just stood there, holding and being held, taking in everything she could from Scar. She felt his heart against her cheek and listened to the steady rhythm of it.

It wasn't until the kettle on the stove began to whistle that Lust drew away, and even then with reluctance. But the light, shrill sound startled her out of her comfortable reverie and she drew her head back quickly. She was only aware of the faint damp on her cheeks then - stupid biology. She wasn't even sad anymore. Just...full of emotions. Somehow it left her with a small smile and faint tear tracks together.

But as she drew away, her hands briefly touched the sides of Scar's face, cupping it gently for less than a moment before dropping and turning to lift the kettle from the heat.

"I'm glad you're here tonight."

It didn't say even a fraction of what she wanted to, what she felt inside of her, but she couldn't seem to manage anything else.